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[A Gunslinger]

Christmas Time In Washignton

Steve Earle

This was written in the mid to late 90's before the current regime F*cked up the whole damn thing, and the problems we had, in retrospect were enviable little annoyances. It is a brilliant song though, and appropriate for today's trouble.

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It's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Gettin' into gear for four more years
Things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, 'He cannot seek another term
They'll be no more FDRs'
I sat home in Tennessee
Staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
And I'm wonderin' what it means

Chorus:
So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now

I followed in your footsteps once
Back in my travelin' days
Somewhere I failed to find your trail
Now I'm stumblin' through the haze
But there's killers on the highway now
And a man can't get around
So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
Now I'm stuck here in this town

Chorus

There's foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You'd think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell

So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We're marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ring

[Cail]

In the heat of the night
In the heat of the day
When I close my eyes
When I look your way
When I meet the fear that lies inside
When I hear you say
In the heat of the moment
Say, say, say

Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
Come a time
Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine

In the light of the fact
On the lone and level
Sand stretch far away
In the heat of the action
In the settled dust
Hold hold and say
In the meeting of mined
Down in the streets of shame
In the betting of names on gold to rust
In the land of the blind
Be...King, king, king, king

Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
Come a time
Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine

Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine

In the heat of the night
in the heat of the day
When I close my eyes
When I look your way
When I meet the fear that lies inside
When I hear you say
In the heat of the moment
Say, say, say

Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine
I say mine
I say mine

We serve an old moan in a dry season
A lighthouse keeper in the desert sun
Dreamers of sleepers and white treason
We dream of rain and the history of the gun
There's a lighthouse in the middle of Prussia
A white house in a red square
I'm living in films for the sake of Russia
A Kino Runner for the DDR
And the fifty-two daughters of the revolution
Turn the gold to chrome
Gift...nothing to lose
Stuck inside of Memphis with the mobile home, sing:

Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia rain down down down
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia rain down

[A Gunslinger]

Power Down: Chris Whitley

Down down down
All is revealed when you hit the ground
Miss Amelia where are you now?
Isolation up in the clouds

Could be time to power down
No one here nowhere's around
Could be time to power down
Down down down
Emiliano where are you now?
Alienation in the middle of town

Could be time to power down

Down down down down
Only one thing can power me down
She got engine in her eyes
She got a throttle that she cannot disguise
All is revealed when you hit the ground

Could be time to power down

[Cail]

Oooh, don't it feel so strange lookin' at the door
Ahhh, tryin' hard to change but can't let go
Ohhh, cryin' tears of pain hurtin' more an' more
Ohhh, everyday's the same as you walk in the door

I'm walkin' the floor over you
I'm walkin' the floor

Every heart that breaks is a heart that's cold
Ohhh, to the hand that takes your dreamless soul
Ohhh, is it long to wait, is it much too late
Ohhh, sometimes it's hard when you pour in the day

You know it's hard
I said it's hard
You know
I said it's hard
You know it's hard
You know it's true

Everyday the hole in the smile is ours
When you hear the call, can you count the costs
As you stand alone do you wonder how
Can you step aside, does it matter now

Every love that's changed (Every love that's changed)
Spend it fully (fully)
In the eyes of the night (In the eyes of the night)
Was it hard to see (Was it hard to see)
And the day of the fail (And the day of the) my spite grow
So you fight the tears, enter Walter's Walk

You know it's true now
You know it's true now
Oooh, yeah

(Guitar Solo)

I'm walkin' the floor over you
I'm walkin' the floor

Every tear that falls is a smile that's lost
When ya hear the call, can you count the cost
Can you stand alone, do you wonder how
Can you step inside, does it matter now

Does it matter now
Does it
Now, does it matter

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh, little baby don't you go
Every tear that's falls
Does it matter now
Does it matter now
Oh yeah, oh yes, oh yes

[lucimay]

Walk it with the father
Talk it with the son
Baby got vision child
Like a loaded gun
She use my body
Like carrion crow
Doing our transmission thing
On dust radio

Baby call the number
Nobody left in town
Baby paint skulls and constellations on the ground
Where she lay me gently, she lay me slow
Somebody receiving up there
On dust radio

Walk it with the spirit
Talk it with the spine
Mama sing "Open up yourself when worlds align"
My Secret Jesus,
The Good Red Road
On blood antenna
And dust radio

[A Gunslinger]

Walk it with the father
Talk it with the son
Baby got vision child
Like a loaded gun
She use my body
Like carrion crow
Doing our transmission thing
On dust radio

Baby call the number
Nobody left in town
Baby paint skulls and constellations on the ground
Where she lay me gently, she lay me slow
Somebody receiving up there
On dust radio

Walk it with the spirit
Talk it with the spine
Mama sing "Open up yourself when worlds align"
My Secret Jesus,
The Good Red Road
On blood antenna

And dust radio

One of my faves! Wheee!

Dogs on the Run: Tom Petty and the HB's:

Well we come with what was on our backs
Yeah, when the lea ves had died and all turned black
Back when the wind was cold and blew them 'round
When we laid our blankets on the ground
Yeah and I woke up feelin' hungry
Lookin' straight into the sun, and left a cold night on the ground
Like a dog on the run

I fell overboard and washed up on the beach
Yes, let the waves and sand roll over me
I was helped to the home of a young bleached blonde
Who said 'honey I discovered early in life there's ways of getting
Anything I want , some of us are different
It's just something in our blood, there's no need for explanations
We're just dogs on the run'

The room was painted blue and gray
All my meals were served on a silver tray
Oh she would laugh, and light my cigarettes
She said 'honey, ain't it funny how a crowd gathers around
Anyone living life without a net?
And how they'll beg you for the answers
But it won't ever be enough, there's no way you could ever tell 'em
It's just dogs on the run'

[The Laughing Man]

• Hey little girl is your daddy home
  Did he go away and leave you all alone
  I got a bad desire
  I'm on fire
  
  Tell me now baby is he good to you
  Can he do to you the things that I do
  I can take you higher
  I'm on fire
  
  Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
  edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
  through the middle of my soul
  
  At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
  and a freight train running through the
  middle of my head
  Only you can cool my desire
  I'm on fire

[A Gunslinger]

• Hey little girl is your daddy home
  Did he go away and leave you all alone
  I got a bad desire
  I'm on fire
  
  Tell me now baby is he good to you
  Can he do to you the things that I do
  I can take you higher
  I'm on fire
  
  Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
  edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
  through the middle of my soul
  
  At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
  and a freight train running through the
  middle of my head
  Only you can cool my desire
  I'm on fire

Dats another good 'un!

[Cail]

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

[A Gunslinger]

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Dire Straits?

[lucimay]

ah...thanks Cail. i love that song.

[lucimay]

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
Well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
You struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
Lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
And the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
Well dont you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

But the tune ends too soon for us all.

[danlo]

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.

And I know the pieces fit.

[Damelon]

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford & Fitzroy, Madam George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,
dancing, music all around the room
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
So cold
And as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves
And the gloves to love to love the gloves...
To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye
Oooooo
Mmmmmmm
Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love...
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train...
This is the train, this is the train...
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye....
Get on the train, get on the train…

[The Laughing Man]

• • Crime & Punishment
  
  I pity the punks that partake in the madness
  Yangin' the young for their products and profits
  The pushers keep pushin on D and on jump street
  Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need
  Kids makin' bids with nines in their goose downs
  Cuz college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none
  You try to discern between truth and suggestion
  But they bid for your Id via fear of rejection
  
  All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
  The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
  Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
  Manifesting some forms of natural impatience
  Deaf Macbeth, Scar City, The Slasher
  Enveloping the B-boy, the doper and the thrasher
  Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
  Son you're running to the hook.
  Get the heck out!
  
  Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with
  The funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips
  With a fist full of funk hits.
  Check it out!
  I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
  And I stuck 'em in his ear. the man stepped to me,
  He wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass out
  The Roxy Deli window
  
  I ain't pushin no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi,
  But I think its f*cked up, what the Federal has laid on me
  I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people
  To choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
  The deceivers deceivin' because the people believe him
  Now the troops'll be bleedin' and their mamas will be grievin'
  So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts
  Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
  
  Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness.

[A Gunslinger]

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford & Fitzroy, Madam George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,
dancing, music all around the room
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
So cold
And as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves
And the gloves to love to love the gloves...
To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye
Oooooo
Mmmmmmm
Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love...
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train...
This is the train, this is the train...
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye....
Get on the train, get on the train…

Man I do love the Van Morrison!!!!! ..especially Astral Weeks! Van the Man!

Here's Another:

In the Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden

No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature

[lucimay]

and as i have often quoted Warren from this particular song...
(heard this song for the first time as it was on the soundtrack of
one of my favorite movies...Lawrence Kasdan's Grand Canyon)


Darkness in the morning
Shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

Leaving in the evening
Traveling at night
Staying inconspicuous
I'm staying out of sight

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor
I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart

Searching high and low for you
Trying to track you down
Certain individuals
Have finally come around

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

[A Gunslinger]

Great One Luci...Here's another: (written right before he was diagnosed with treminal cancer FYI)

My Ride's Here: WZ

I was staying at the Marriott
With Jesus and John Wayne
I was waiting for a chariot
They were waiting for a train
The sky was full of carrion
"I'll take the mazuma"
Said Jesus to Marion
"That's the 3:10 to Yuma
My ride's here..."

The Houston sky was changeless
We galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel
You were working on a sonnet
You said, "I believe the seraphim
Will gather up my pinto
And carry us away, Jim
Across the San Jacinto
My ride's here..."

Shelley and Keats were out in the street
And even Lord Byron was leaving for Greece
While back at the Hilton, last but not least
Milton was holding his sides
Saying, "You bravos had better be
ready to fight
Or we'll never get out of East Texas tonight
The trail is long and the river is wide
And my ride's here"

I was staying at the Westin
I was playing to a draw
When in walked Charlton Heston
With the Tablets of the Law
He said, "It's still the Greatest Story"
I said, "Man, I'd like to stay
But I'm bound for glory
I'm on my way
My ride's here..."

[A Gunslinger]

Here's Another WZ:

(Warren Zevon)

I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look in the box when I do
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

I can pull a rabbit out of a hat
I can pull it out but I can't put it back
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

It's lonely up here
When the tricks have been played
And the spotlights have faded
And the plans that we made
Have fallen apart
It's lonely as hell
And there's no magic spell
For a broken heart

You can put me in chains and I will escape
Better not wait up 'cause I might be late
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer
It's lonely up here
When the tricks have been played
And the spotlights have faded
And the plans that we made
Have fallen apart
It's lonely as hell
And there's no magic spell
For a broken heart

I can saw a woman in two
But you won't want to look in the box when I do
I can make love disappear
For my next trick I'll need a volunteer

[Damelon]

Here's another Van Morrison song. This time from Moondance

Into The Mystic

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...